James saw how uncomfortable she looked standing there shivering with the blanket around her shoulders. He put his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. She put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
“What is it, honey?” he asked.
Sarah looked into his eyes. “Why do you live here?”
“Is there somewhere else?”
“Maybe. Somewhere you could live as you’re meant to.”
“I can’t live anywhere else. Or any other way. Not now.”
He thought a moment, pulling the words together, trying to make sense of a time when sense didn’t matter. “I lived as a hunter for a number of years after I was turned, but then I decided it wasn’t for me. I’m not even sure how many years I lived like that since my life wasn’t ordered by calendars or timepieces then. After I was turned I didn’t know
